Sweet Home Chicago, I'm here

It was 8:30 p.m when I was in the car on the way to the airport thinking to myself, "I wonder if he looks different.  " Today was the day I was going to see my brother for the first time in a year.  My blood was pumping from excitment.  It was now 9:30 p.m when we finally arrived to the airport. My dad, mother, sister, and I walk to the bagage carrier where we planned to meet up with my brother. I looked at the screen to see Japan to Chicago is on time.  It was 10:20 and my mom got a text message.  It was from my brother; she read it out loud "Sweet home Chicago I'm here." We all get up from our seats and start heading towards the stairs we know he was coming down.  I turned to see where my dad was because he was coming back from the information booth.  When I turned back around I saw my brother smilling ear to ear in his red polo heading towards us.  We ran up to greet him.  I remember thinking to myself, "He's home, he's finally home."